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Reality and Dreams

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , on October 23, 2013 by Myra's Circle

When I dreamed,
I forgot about,
How much I loved reality,
And then
My dreams
Took over
And I began to love them a lot more.

I realised,
that reality
Seems a whole lot worse,
When you focus on dreams.

Sadness is found

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on September 30, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Sadness is found at 3 am,

Between the covers of a book

You couldn’t bear to put down,

for fear that it would attack again.

Sadness hides in memories,

Livid as sea foam,

Something you wouldn’t dare to destroy.

Sadness lies in sleeping heads,

haunting their dreams,

Their one freedom.

And sadness lies in it’s victim’s hearts,

Cold as a stone devoid of sunlight,

Making them scared of ever

Returning to light.

What’s the point?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I can’t dream

or hope

or wish


What’s the point

of dreaming

of hoping with





They only

add up to


The Loneliness of Dark

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , on September 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

When all else fails,
My final regret,
My only escape,
My only freedom is dark.
When darkness comes,
It comes alone,
Free of others’ dark influence,
Taking everything,
Leaving me lonely.
It takes my dreams,
Renders me lost,
I can’t breathe,
But somehow,
I don’t want to.
The only thing I ever wanted,
The only life I needed,
The only escape I had,
The empty loneliness of dark.

Do you see her?

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 5, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Have you ever seen her cry,
Her tears so fresh upon her face?
Have you seen the way she hides
In the smiles of her disgrace?
Have you seen her secret sorrows?
Or how she dreams of new tomorrows?
Do you see her at worst of times?
Her hopelessness when she needs you most,
Do you see the mountains she climbs,
The biggest secrets she kept so close?
Do you see when she’s all alone?
When smiles she can no longer condone?
Her silent struggles; her very worst sins,
Do you see when the demons win?
Do you see her, so fragile, so small?
Do you really see her?
Even a little bit?
Even at all?

The World’s a Dark and Cold Place

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems, Songs with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The dreams no longer die in time,
It doesn’t even matter why,
The memories I had replaced,
With new, less important ones,
Died on the next day.

And I didn’t know, why it wasn’t so,
Why nothing turned out right,
I don’t understand anything anymore,
The world has changed too much.

Now I see the truth of the path that’s been laid out for us,
But I don’t understand what it’s been through,
The people come and go,
No one cares, anymore,
The world’s a dark and cold place now.

Who could’ve predicted,
This would happen to us?
And who could see,
The future so dark?

Now I see the truth of the path that’s been laid out for us,
But I don’t understand what it’s been though,
The people come and go,
No one cares anymore,
The world’s a dark and cold place now.


Posted in Poems, Posts, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 8, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Crushed by such weightlessness,
My heart yearns,
For all the pain,
That it has learnt.

Destroyed by happiness,
My heart won’t seek,
It doesn’t want,
It doesn’t need.

Left in ruins,
Colder than time,
Older than man,
As harsh as a whine.

Hardened by tears,
Dripping to the soul,
Made into a curse,
Of that heart so cold.

Made from old dreams,
In a graveyard of rust,
One cannot undo,
This most sacred of trust.

But do not dare bother,
And do not dare wake,
And do not dare cover,
That piercing wail of heartbreak.

Kenna, Queen of Darkness

Posted in Fantasy Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 24, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The dark circles underneath Kenna’s eyes are not the only thing that seem slightly off.  So does Kenna.  She is a broken girl, full of broken dreams and a yearning heart that could never truly be fulfilled.  As she stood there, shadow-less in the lamplight, one would doubt that she wasn’t a ghost, that she was dead.  They would be close to the truth, too.  Kenna has never really belonged anywhere, and her happiness always seems to escape her, seems to run far away, then taunt her as she tries to reach through the troubling bars of sadness.  Try as she might, Kenna would never reach what she desires most.  Nothing in this world is left for her but regret and disappointment.  She cannot escape from that dangerous yearning of her unbeating heart, the quiet whisper of her shattered dreams.  How she had come to be, and why were a mystery.  She is the one you cannot see, the one who is left behind.  But she is the one who cannot be forgotten.  She is darkness itself, the shadows she lurks in.  She hasn’t slept in so long, as she has been too busy creating the darkness for all to be afraid of.  Thoughts of that temporary darkness swirl in her head as she walks along the lamp-lit street.  Her clothes are dark as her, a black dress with a simple belt, and black leggings.  She wears no shoes on her feet, but that of the darkness.  Her clothes seem to be made from pure rage, and hatred.  They seem to reflect the state of her shattered mind.  She stops walking for a moment, and clenches one of her fists.  The streetlights all shatter, shards of glass cascading down, around her like a waterfall, and where light should emanate from only darkness was seen.  A cruel, thin smile forms on her lips as she laughs mirthlessly at how much power was at her disposal.  Everything – she had everything, but a greed that can only be bred from the dark makes her want, no, need, more.  Fear was hers to command, and she could use it as her strongest weapon of her biggest arsenal.  The light may make her shudder and burn, but she had the power to vanquish that, and all that comes with it.  Her insane giggles echoes off the fences as she walks past, and destroys every light she passes.  So began her dark and merciless reign.

Is this a Dream?

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , on February 19, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Am I dreaming if I think of something way too much,

And don’t concentrate on other things as such?

Is it counted when I wish for something that never comes,

Or when I think my luck is so strong that it thrums?

I don’t know if it is wishful thinking when I hope for another thing,

And is it that bad, when only smiles it can bring?

Will I be hurt when everything comes to an end,

This dreaming, that only time can rend?

Will I wish that I had wished for so much more,

Or will I just wonder what good dreaming is for?

Will all my dreams come true if I hope enough,

And will everything work out if I wish on stars and stuff?

I don’t know if I can do,

This and hope enough for two,

And have plenty of smiles put out on show,

I guess I’ll just have to hope more than you could know.

Shoot Higher, Dream Bigger

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Nature Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , , on February 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You shoot for the lights, you say?

For your name to be out there?

To be known, by all?


Shoot higher.

You shoot for the sky, you say?

To reach your goals,

To be all you ever wanted to be?

Or even more?


Shoot higher.

You shoot for the stars, you say?

For your name to be engraved in them?

For wealth and good fortune?

To be awesome?


Shoot higher.

Shoot higher even than the moon itself,

Higher than that.

Think big.

Dream on.

Dreaming happens when the moon is higher than high.

Aim for that.

You might be surprised,

Where you end up.